Sitting, hands joined,
Hot breath,
Air caress
To the heart and throat
Sun on the sand
Removes slag,
Gone, dissolved,
Breathe again in the sky of my soul,
Soften me
Sitting, hands joined,
Hot breath,
Air caress
To the heart and throat
Sun on the sand
Removes slag,
Gone, dissolved,
Breathe again in the sky of my soul,
Soften me
Notes & Silence 
I may be misinterpreting it, but you seem to be making an increasingly emotive connection to… whatever it is you are waiting for.
Presumably, a sense of the divine.
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The everywhere-ness of God,
The pervasiveness of the Spirit.
The fish can refuse the existence of water.
He may even find other fishes to listen to him and think he’ s got I all figured out.
Still, the water doesn’t wait for his thankfulness to keep providing him with existence.
He may quit his denial and move closer to reality.
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